if you journey home by nightlight consider / how much the beak’s wielded innocence can rend and tear
By Rich IvesI feel trapped in my old life / Like a hermit crab that won’t abandon its shell
By Gregg G. BrownShe thinks about swans, the woman reading, / and a tall girl with tangled hair...
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